The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1887-12-02
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"What do you want OF such blamed
pictures as that" said Blewitt from
the lounge; "whydon'tyou godownto
'Tak'ems at Albany andgit some pho.
tographs2.'
photographs" said the whole fam
lily; what funny names he gets off in
h1s crazy fancy" +5ra
Blewitt was too weak to argue, and
he seemed to be somehow out of sym;
pathy or knowledge with all mankind;
so he just lay still and watched the
girls get supper. He noticed that the
fireboard was down and a fire
was built in the fireplace. A
kettle was on the hearth and
was covered with live Goals. Soon he
saw the girls take out OF the kettle
some nice biscuits and he weakly said:
why don't you use the cook stove2"
Poor pa" said Angelina, chow, he
ysHndsrss Cook / Stove! Wonder what
Blewitt closed his eyes and thought.
Bayley his neighbor, was a man he
could. trust; tina. is IN anything but
money matters. He knew Bayley was
badly in debt but he was a good fell
low.d He could send for him; so he.
called his wife and told her to send
,oyer Tor him. rq ..,,tf ~ ,.tf,
"Why, you know" said Mrs. Blew
lit, "Bayley has been in jail for debt
Tor the last 10 years."
. ~'h-iail@forAdebt," said Blewitt;
"here We are again I have been trans.
Eplanted. 4 give up,but say. here is
two .oents,s you sends letter down to
brother John, and he will be up here
in a'day or two"
why, husband, the mail only goes
once week, and then he will'b Sc three
daysacoming up on the st age, and
furthermore it q@in cost you ashilling,
IL cents, to send aletter to Albany
u.s. Say" said Blewitt, "just bury me,
will you? ! don't belong in this cen
fury! Stage coaches, u cents post
age!l Telegraph him therln = y trsH
''There. goes another new ,word,",
said his wife in q solemn voice, and
she wetted a cloth andklaid 1t on his
forehead, as she rep satedato herself"
Telegraph what q tunny.wordv' y
Blewitt was in despair. Could it be
were tu him a dreamgs Had he ever
ridden on the cars? Did he ever own
q moving machine? Was there ever
a telegraph pole in front OF his house?
He turned his eyes andlooked OUT. He
only saw the tall post and long pole
OF the well-sweep. Along the other
side OF the road ran a dense forest.
He was willing to swear that he had
once. owned a nice meadowswhere that
wood was. Backed up against, thelog
fence was an ox.cart with a heap. as
large as a young liberty pole. Down
cellar he'could hear the Banging of an
old-fashioned churn. He looked up
the road to the east and saw the road
was full OF great hemlock and pine
stumps, and over it the doctor was
coming OF horseback With saddle,
bags before him.
Btew1tt was a man OF determine
ton and he arose. from the lounge
and went to the door to consult with
his wife. f}i, st- 45L,-:a.
maria" said he, "there has been
enough OF this i%oolishness. You stare
at everything ! talk about, and I
can't locate myself, or seem to fay in
with my surroundings. Now, will you
just answer me one question:
Certainly l will if | understand it,"
she said,
"Well, then, who is President oi
these 'ere United States?" %
why, John Adams, OF course" she
said. tts.o.tn - ii
Blewitt shutdown and whispered in
a hoase tone: "Then youneverh heard
OF Cleveland?"
mo, never" she answered. liza
t"Then all right. Shoot me or put
me'in a bag and layme away up gar
ret. l have got through, saidBlewitt
and he went back to the lounge and
fells asleep s
When he awoke it was Sunday
morning, and the whole family were
stirring around getting ready for meet.
ing. His vile, of whom he was some
what proud, had put on a. dress with
q waist about nine inches long
and a skirt SO tight She could
hardly walk; and on her head sucil
q bonnet! 1t made Blewitt hold his
breath, but he had got through talk,
ing. The boys had. on suits OF full
cloth and shirt collar v inches
wide. Blewitt smiled but said moth
ing. At last Mrs. Blewitt came to him
and asked him il he was not going to
church. 49,
Certainly, certainly" said he,
"anything to accommodate. Tell one
Of the boys,to hitch horse onto the
s'Top carriagol There yougo again"
"NNell, then" roarel Blewitt, "hitch
onto the stoneboat, hitch onto the OK
cart, hitch onto anything. Have it
your own way. 'h,f ~
"Why,t we will go'on horseback.
You on the saddle, Lon the pillion be-
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''' BIew Wit, made.some adverse remafks
about the singing at church which was
led by q deaconrwith a fiddle. The
sermon wastoo long, too. ltslasted
two hours. On the way home from
church his wife appeared TO be in fear
ofsomething and urged him to hurry
up. He askedfher what allied her, and
she told him in o tremblingNoice that
his queer talk had made the minister